Hi, this is my first story that I'll be posting, so please be nice when you read this. Oh, and I don't own Yu-gi-oh. T-T If you hear its being sold, please tell me!

Ryou's feet were burning. The sand was hot and dry; rocks poked his bare feet with each step that he took. The sun beat down on his face and back as he walked. He found himself wishing that he had stolen a horse before leaving the village. He knew that he had to find shade and get to safety before he collapsed. Ryou ended up having to walk for the whole day before he found a nice, cool cave carved into the side of a small mountain. As he walked towards the cave he collapses onto the hard earth of the mountain. He struggled to open his eyes but he was finally able to gather the energy it would take to walk to the cave. It was dark, and he was unsure as to whether or not it was safe to go into. Deciding this didn't matter, and glad to have found someplace safe, Ryou entered. After traveling for so long he was tired, thirsty, and hungry, and wasn't too worried about safety. After only a few moments, sleep came and dragged him deep into the dark abyss of his consciousness.

Bakura and Akefia returned to their 'home' after a good day of 'work'. Bakura was the first to notice the small boy lying in the mouth of the cave.

"Hey Akefia, I think this boy is dead."

Akefia kneeled down beside the boy to check his pulse. "No he's still alive. Barely, but he is alive." Akefia looked over at Bakura. "What should we do with him? I don't think he'd last very long if we dropped him off in the middle of the desert."

Bakura frowned down at the small boy; he couldn't deny the similarities between the two of them. He had long white hair and pale skin, his soft facial features that spoke of innocence and youth.

"I suppose we should keep him with us," Bakura sighed. "I don't feel like killing him, and he might find his way back if we drop him off in a village. We could keep him as a stolen treasure, or a slave to keep things clean."

"That will all depend on his personality." Akefia handed Bakura the bag of treasure and stolen goods, then picked up the small boy, noting how light he was. He then proceeded to the treasury.

When Ryou awoke, he felt warmer and more comfortable than he should have on a cave floor. He looked around the large room that he found himself in. It was dimly lit, with 3 torches spread around the room. He lay in a bed in the center of the room; it was large (A.N. like king size) and had elaborate carvings in the gold headboard and crimson silk covers. Golden treasures and jewels, all of which were fit for kings to wear and surround themselves with, surrounded the bed. Ryou was so dazzled by the jewels, with which one could probably buy a whole country, he failed to notice two figures lurking near the wall. The two thieves had decided that they wanted to see how the young boy would react to all of the treasure that littered the room. Ryou was unsure of what to do. His normal reaction to the treasure would have been to just leave and forget that he even knew about the treasure. But now . . . . no he couldn't, just because his village thought he was a thief didn't mean that he should prove them right. After all it probably belonged to someone and if they came back to find him AND the treasure gone. Ryou shivered at the thought of how someone this rich might react. He decided to just leave. He lowered his feet out of the bed wincing when he felt the cold ground on his sore feet. He blushed when he noticed that he was wearing a different outfit than before. He didn't feel comfortable in the green silk outfit he found himself wearing. He shook his head to rid himself of the thought that someone else had changed him while he was asleep. He started walking around the room looking for his old outfit in a vain hope of leaving the room. Of course the thieves wouldn't let him leave. In fact they found the small boy fascinating. From his emerald green eyes to resisting he had to taking the treasure that surrounded him. Both of their mouths were watering at the thought of how sweet the young boy would taste. Soon they would find out.

A.N. Thanks for reading my first story, please rate and review. Please? I'll give you a cookie!